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Almost a month had passed since the encounter.
Really, the aftermath that Bright thought could’ve been worse. He had made up a bunch of different scenarios inside his head, thinking that maybe the next morning Win might’ve been aware of what he did the whole time, or maybe he’d wake up with no Win in sight but a sexual assault charge awaiting on his doorstep instead.
But no, none of that happened.
Because instead, he woke up to Win cutely yawning as he stretches his arms on Bright’s bed, clearly waking up from a very good sleep.
And Bright caught himself straightening up on his couch where he stayed the entire night after he cleaned the other up and tucked him into his bed, scared that Win would find it weird if he had woken up beside Bright. And now Bright is a little out of breath as he waits—observes any sign of suspicion from the younger. But all he got was the same, oh so familiar pair of lips turning into a teasing grin as Win utters,
“Oh, P’Bright why are you sleeping there? Did I take up the entire bed? I’m not that fat now, or am I?“ he groggily mumbles, clearly too talkative for someone who had just woken up.
And Bright released the breath he didn’t know he was holding. At that moment Bright just stopped thinking, he chuckled and looked at the younger fondly. Heart beating faster, not because of the nerves but because of how familiar Win looks, just sitting like that on his bed, hair ruffled and standing up on the cutest places, his hands into fist as he cutely rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes.
Win looks like home.
“You held on me for dear life the entire night, I thought I’d suffocate to sleep.” Bright jokingly replies, watching Win’s face turn into shock. The younger profusely apologized, burying his face into his hands.
Bright just laughed at the boy, stood up and made his way on the side of the bed. He placed his hand on Win’s head and ruffled his hair, turning it into the cutest mess.
“There, there. When did I ever get angry?” He says with a warm smile.
Win starts avoiding his gaze, rosy cheeks even becoming redder.
Everything went more normal than how Bright imagined it to be. He thought that he would feel at least a little bit self-conscious and guilty but being around Win just feels so natural that Bright can’t seem to find himself uncomfortable in his presence. Even with the constant reminder of what he did.
He is reminded everyday of how much Win would hate him if he knew.
And it does eat him up alive. But, the more he spends his time with the other, the more Bright is finding himself justifying his actions. Because when he as merely stares at the younger, being his lovable self, noticing all these qualities that made Bright like this in the first place, seeing Win interact with people and finding himself seething at how Win pays attention to others so carefully. Bright can’t help but feel relieved that he has already claimed Win, has seen the other in his most fragile state. So yes, Win can get close to anyone he wants but he will only ever belong to Bright.
The older finds himself frustrated— sexually , emotionally. And all the frustrations are relieved only in the privates of his own bedroom. He basked himself in the momentarily pleasure, repeating the night where he had finally felt Win’s skin against him, trying to figure out when he would be able to do it again.
But now, Bright’s patience is put to test.
Like usual, they had a schedule tonight, but this time was different than the others, because it wouldn’t just be the two of them. The entire line up of IDOLO ambassadors are present.
And Win looked absolutely beautiful tonight. If only the stylist didn’t fuck anything up and put Win into these god forsaken shoes that hurt his Nong.
Bright constantly checked up on Win every chance he gets, trying to look less worried just incase the cameras catch anything. He wouldn’t want another misinterpretation resurface.
But other than that, he was happy just being beside his Nong.
Until he notices something.
He could see Win and Joss talking, too close to even be considered as friendly if you ask Bright.
“It’s your turn, Win jaa .” Joss sweetly says, holding Win’s waist in the process.
Bright is seeing red.
He could feel his jaw clench. A familiar feeling tingling in the pit of his stomach, the feeling he always gets every time anyone but him gets a little too close to Win.
But he knew better, he should stop acting up and focus on work right now. Even the slightest hint of indifference will cause another set of controversy, most of the time even dragging Win into the mess.
Completely ignoring his instinct to just rip Win away from the crowd and show the world who he belongs to, Bright chose to force a smile, facing the blinding lights of the shuttering cameras.
He can wait.
He needs to wait.
After the usual rounds of interviews, both Bright and Win found themselves lounging inside the make up room, clearly exhausted. Bright finds himself feeling relieved when Win finally got to remove his shoes that has been tormenting the younger the entire night— well, not without a little nagging from his P’ of course.
But really, Bright couldn’t act angry at Win to save his life. And so he offers to give the younger a ride.
Now inside his car, Bright can only glance at Win every now and then. The younger is slumped on the car sit, been asleep even before the older started the engine. Win had taken painkillers which usually knock him out even faster than usual, a very likely side effect from the medicine.
‘How can someone be so beautiful while sleeping?’ Bright thought to himself as he looks at Win when they reached to a stop light.
Bright’s thoughts brought him then again to what happened earlier—to Joss.
Bright has always been possessive, he grew up as an only child and everything he did, he did it all with vigor just so he can prove something to himself and to other people.
But he has never been this protective over his past relationships before. Yes, he did get jealous every once and awhile, but never to a point where he feels like a ticking time bomb about to explode on the person who even dared to touch his Win.
Something within Bright snapped. His thoughts turned hazy as he swifts the car opposite to the direction of Win’s house. Bright finds himself directing the car into a secluded road in between a mass of large trees—almost alike from the haunted forests you’d see in movies.
But yet he can’t seem to feel any fear, mind full of thoughts— thoughts of how much he wants to prove that Win is his.
Bright shuffled over Win, eyes locked onto his delicate face and his messy mop of hair.
The older applied no pressure as he kneeled on either side of Win, to avoid waking him up.
He stuck a hand down his front, pulling out his cock from the constraint of his jeans that was already half hard. It really didn’t take him too long to get worked up from just the sight of Win, delicate eyes closed and mouth slightly open. And nothing was better than this— not even a private time on his own without interruptions— than having the younger laid out in front of him, unconscious yet so inviting .
Bright pulled the hem of his shirt to his mouth, biting it to muffle his groans as he jerked himself off. His mind racing with the most sinful thoughts, thoughts of Win’s hand doing this instead, his mouth, his thighs. And Bright can’t help but imagine himself fucking Win, fast and hard. Hole tightening up, sucking him in, begging to tear him apart and use him to the older’s liking.
His Nong would make the sweetest first noises, only for him.
Bright hissed between clenched teeth, thumbing at his tip and squeezing so he didn’t cum just yet. He doesn’t know when will he be able to do this again, so he needed to savor everything at this moment.
He bucked into his hand, images of Win bent over, ass spread, hole wide as he begged Bright to fuck him, to fill him up—imprinted in his brain. He would fuck Win so good, would do everything for his Nong. Bright’s hooded eyes gazed at Win’s soft lids, the part of his pink lips.
It was too much too soon as he felt his orgasm come at full speed, almost knocking him out from consciousness. Bright quickly aimed on Win’s sleeping figure, hot cum painting the younger’s pretty face.
His balls tightens as he milk himself out.
Still out of breath, he fondly stares at his work.
His white cum dripping slightly on the younger’s bottom lip, some of it spluttered on his long lashes, cheeks and even on top of his prominent nose.
Bright who is still trembling, reached for the tissue box, hands and legs shaking from the intense orgasm, praying he didn’t wake the other boy up. But luckily for him, Win seems like a dead corpse after a packed schedule.
Bright gave himself another minute or two just to admire the younger, thinking about the day he’ll be able to do this with a conscious Win. The day where he would hear Win scream his name.
The day Win would love him back.
But until then, he’d cherish him during these sinful moments with no one else to witness.
Bright wonders if maybe he’d actually been closer to waking Win up with how reckless he had been this time, knowing that Win isn’t intoxicated and the pills might’ve worn off at any second.
He moved off the younger into the driver’s seat. Exhaling harshly.
After a few minutes, Win slowly opened his eyes, looking around. If the younger might’ve actually noticed what he did, he didn’t show any visible sign.
“Here already?” Win pouts, rubbing cutely at one of his eyes.
Bright has to fight the sudden impulse to lean forward and catch that pout in a kiss, scrape his teeth over Win’s bottom lip, taste his mouth on his own tongue. He wants to know if it tastes as sweet as the boy’s skin.
“Yep,” he smiles instead. It’s only a little forced. “Almost home now.”
Things were different now.
If before Bright was still reluctant on engaging in this sinful act, now all the decency left in his system, all the but’s and if’s, and that very small part of his conscience telling him to stop—is no where to be found.
In a span of a month, Bright has done nothing but look forward for even the slightest chance of keeping Win all to himself. He thanked the heavens for their ongoing filming, which gave him the chance to spend almost every day with the younger. More long car drives, more moments with Win, alone — together.
He had started shamelessly groping Win, even when the younger was just merely napping.
Under the long table set up by the staff, or slipping his hands under the younger’s carrot themed blanket that he always cover himself up with, and even hastily grinding his own cock against Win’s carrot plushie in the staff’s bathroom.
Sometimes Bright would even encourage the younger to just close his eyes for a bit, to take advantage of undemanding moments. He’d tell Win he’d look out for him, that he’d make sure no one bothered him and that he’d wake him up once the filming starts.
And once Win’s breathing evened out and his eyelids started twitching, Bright would take his fill.
Bright would travel his hand under the table, placing it above Win’s plump thighs.
It started sort of tame, with just gentle, exploring touches. The older would stroke him along his inner thighs, trailing his hand up to cup him between his legs and massage his soft cock lightly, getting it as hard as he was able to with such shy touches in whatever timeframe he’d been set with.
He was always wary at first, constantly watching the younger’s face for a response, glancing around ever so often in fear of being caught. Or maybe it was anticipation.
Maybe he wanted someone to catch him.
He should feel guilty. He should be disgusted with himself. But the thought of someone witnessing Win getting molested, maybe even being turned on by it- it was so fucking hot. And so were the unintentional noises that slipped from his Nong’s lips, the pathetic little whimpers Bright could coax out when he squeezed just a little.
He saved those precious sounds for moments when they were the only ones around, though, not actually wanting some staff member to catch him with his hand between Win’s legs and interrupt them.
Bright finds himself thinking sometimes that maybe, if things had gone a little differently, if he hadn’t already crossed so many fucked up lines, he’d ask Win on a date like a normal person would.
Yet he still can’t really find it in himself to regret it, watching the way Win’s pink lips part, sleeping beautifully beside Bright’s warmth. That probably (definitely) makes him a terrible person. But at least he gets to have the younger in a way that he’s fairly certain no one else has or will.
It’s a little bittersweet, he thinks, how he feels like something as chaste as holding Win’s hand would be crossing a boundary now that he’s betrayed his trust so often.
Bright is going to drug Win.
It wasn’t just a spontaneous thought he suddenly had in mind. He fought a lot with the idea for weeks now.
The occasional chances he had with Win just weren’t enough anymore, the cold showers, the haste orgasm in the privates of his bathroom—he wanted more. He wanted to fuck Win.
So badly did he endure the nights that all he could think about was how good would it feel to finally be inside the younger, to feel him fall apart under him, to feel Win’s hole stretch around the girth of his cock.
He’d cum inside the younger, paint the virgin hole with his semen .
So that was how this moment had come to.
He’d ask for Win to sleep over after a packed schedule, knowing that the younger wouldn’t reject his offer even if he wanted to.
And here they are in Bright’s abode. Win is sitting down on his sofa, the scene all too familiar as he thinks about the last time Win had slept over— the first time Bright claimed him as his.
Bright can’t help but feel excited and giddy. He’s for sure going to hell for this.
“Want something to drink?” Bright offered, trying to execute his plan carefully.
“Water will do P’Bright. You know the whole carbonated drink restriction. We can’t afford Tine gaining weight, can we?” Win replies playfully, reaching for the television’s remote control.
The older just chuckled in reply and made his way into the kitchen.
With the pills on his hand, Bright exhales harshly as all his excitement was replaced with nerves.
But he couldn’t back out now, when will he ever have a chance like this again? Is he contented with just tiptoeing around the younger?
He needs this
He needs to fuck Win
With that, Bright ignored the little voices in his head.
Bright has dreamed this for too long, to have Win completely to himself, bare, vulnerable, unaware— somewhere away from prying eyes, somewhere where he could just take and take and take without interruption.
And now it’s happening, Win is right in front of him, splayed out on his bed, naked and inviting. All for him to take. Everything feels surreal, days ago this doesn’t seem even nearly possible. But Bright has never been one to question a blessing.
Win’s body is just as pretty as Bright knew it would be. There’s an ethereal quality to him, the muscular yet lean and pretty stature, the way his abdomen is going up and down oh so beautifully as he breathes in his sleep, his thighs which not a day does Bright not fantasize about.
His privates are as carefully groomed as they always seem to the touch, his soft cock splayed between his thighs, head in the most adorable shade of pink. He’s not completely hairless which just makes him look soft, natural. Real.
“So beautiful,” Bright murmurs. He hooks his fingers under Win’s thigh and carefully spreads his legs a little wider.
“Look so good like this, baby.”
And then Bright is kneeling between his spread thighs, lavishing wet kisses along the soft skin. He wants to bite and mark him, but there’s so much more he wants to do to the younger first, him waking up too soon would crush Bright’s dream into pieces. And so he waits.
Bright tightens his grip and explores lower, until he sees Win’s pretty hole on display. His mouth meets the younger’s puckered entrance, licking wetly over the tight muscle. He doesn’t bother taking his time, just gives himself what he wants, licking and sucking lewdly. His tongue pushes in before he makes the conscious decision to let it.
And he feels Win’s cock twitch, stroking his ego even more.
He knows Win’s body the most. Knows where it feels good. Win is his. And Win’s body knows that, although his conscious brain may not.
Bright presses a finger in maybe a little too soon, a little too fast.
Win twitches, his legs instinctively trying to close from the unfamiliar intrusion. Bright immediately held his thighs tighter, the weak movement not causing any trouble at all.
He spits on Win’s hole, pushes in again. But the drag is still dry, with a finger still inside the other, he stretches his arms to take out the bottle of lube stored beneath his side table.
The addition of lube proves well worth the slight inconvenience, in a minute or two he already had two fingers inside Win’s hole, gliding smoothly.
Bright can’t help it, he glances at the younger’s now very hard cock, leans down to lick a strip along its length. It’s significantly bigger now than when it was soft, Bright doesn’t know how pretty it’ll get. He loves it, loves the taste even more when he sucks the tip into his mouth, swipes his tongue over the leaking slit.
He only pulls back when Win twitches in his mouth, not wanting to make him come.
A third finger makes its way in with more lube. The substance dripping on his sheets, he would worry about how much cleaning he’d have to do later. He thrusts his fingers in and out for a few minutes, until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Bright released himself from the constraints of his tight jeans, completely removing the bottom part of his clothing. He exhales, the feeling of freeing his hard cock hadn’t felt this good before.
Bright just shifts them around, situates Win’s legs on his shoulders and holds them there with one hand while he positions the head of his dick against the younger’s wet hole.
And then he presses in, just a little. Just enough to have the slit of his cock push past Win’s now gaping rim, the muscle stretched around his very tip, the head not quite inside all the way.
“Fuck...” Bright squeezes his eyes closed. Feeling light headed at the mere fact that he was about to push into Win.
Bright holds himself steady there, adjusts to better support Win’s legs.
And then he starts stroking his cock. Quick, rough strokes and tugs, the friction barely eased by the lube left on his hand from opening Win up. It takes everything in him not to let his hips buck forward and fuck the younger and watch him jolt awake, eyes wide from the shock of his beloved P’Bright raping him.
The thought has Bright groaning out a curse, and his head falls back for a second, eyes squeezed shut. Arousal coils tighter and tighter in his gut, and it’s clear he won’t last long like this.
And so he pushes in deeper, the younger’s rim engulfing the head of his cock smoothly. He slowly glides his length deeper, being as careful as possible. Bright may not have the biggest cock in the world but he is definitely much bigger than the average guys, considering he’s mixed. So his heart swells with pride as Win takes him like a champ. Hole almost seemed like it was made for Bright’s cock and nothing else.
The sweetest of moans unconsciously escaped Win’s lips. So Bright thrust harder and the younger seems to take everything.
The sex slowly develops into a nice build-up. But Bright is dying, dying to fuck Win hard. And he did just that, completely throwing all the cautions in the air and introduced repetitive thrusting that seems to get harder and much heavier than the last thrust.
He glances at the younger, still pliant but a hint of breathlessness apparent. And Bright takes it as a cue to increase his tempo, pummeling Win with speed, ramming him with his entire body.
Bright closes his eyes to process the sensuality, their rhythmic breathing. His cock is hitting win in all the right places, hitting that sensitive part of him that’s making the younger unconsciously shudder.
Bright wraps Win much closer, much tighter...relishing the film of sweat on his skin which feels really intimate and hot. He grabs his waist much harder and Win rewards him by panting heavily in his ear with every powerful thrust. Bright slides his hands down the younger’s back lifting his ass up more as he probes him deeper.
Bright feels like his on top of the world. Well...on top of Win.
His moaning turns into intense groaning against Win’s mouth as he pressed his lips on him for the first time. Bright just knows this is how heaven feels like.
“Win...” Bright forced a whisper as he bites into the younger’s lower lip,
“...I’m so close. I’m gonna burst. I’m gonna come inside you. I want to fill you up with my cum, baby. You’d let P’Bright cum inside you, right?”
Bright fucks him. He fucks him so hard.
Hard...and fast...and slapping.
Their thighs smack repetitively, in the most obscene manner as Bright pound into his Nong, driving his unbelievably hard cock and ramming it deeper to hit the throbbing powerhouse of nerves deep within Win’s puckered hole.
Bright grabs a handful of Win’s hips in white-knuckled fists as he slams into the younger. His lips part open. And then, after a few more strokes, he was presented with Win’s own hard cock, twitching excessively as it spurts so much hot liquid, so hard that his body starts to shake violently.
Win just came from Bright’s cock .
“Fuck...Win you’re fucking made for this.”
Win is so beautiful that Bright can barely hold himself together as he pumps what’s left of his energy into remaining thrusts.
He placed his lips against the younger’s. Bright cries into his mouth a forceful grunt as he finds his own release. Bright milks himself dry, depositing every ounce of love inside Win’s body, marking this boy forever, branding him as his own.
“Aaahh...Fuck...ugh..”
Bright can feel the fatigue set in as he comes generously. Whatever energy he had when they started is all gone now. He had expelled far too much, all his strength poured into the juices that drip from his cock.
If Bright as much as thrust one more time he will surely die. That’s how drained he was.
So he settles himself on top of Win, face nestled into the younger’s neck, inhaling the scent of sex from the other. He breathes harshly, cock still inside Win’s wet hole.
He stayed there for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of Win, treasuring the only moment he could act as if the younger was only his.
Knowing that this momentarily pleasure will lead the younger to hate him. He wants to forget the consequences and just bask away with the thought that maybe, just maybe Win would understand. Understand that what he did... he did it all because he loved him.
Bright can feel his eyes sting with unshed tears.
He loves Win
So much that it physically hurts
And the only way he could show his love was this
Bright blinked, letting his tears fall. He propped himself up, still in between Win’s legs, abused hole wrapped around Bright’s now hardening dick.
Bright slowly started thrusting again, eyes filled with tears as he admires the younger’s peaceful figure.
Win woke up from the pain coming from his back side. ‘ Did I strain my back yesterday?’ the boy asks himself while sitting up on a set of familiar sheets. He roamed his eyes around the room to look for the person he was supposed to be with right now. And yet he didn’t see a living creature in sight.
His eyes landed on a vibrant piece of paper on top of Bright’s side table.
Went out for a quick jog.
Will bring take out when I get back :)
Your beloved, P’Bai
Win smiles. Deciding to take a shower before the older comes back, Win stood up abruptly, causing him to wobble a little, a sudden pain strikes from his back side.
Weird
He couldn’t remember hurting himself at any point yesterday.
Enduring the pain, he made his way inside Bright’s bathroom, stripping down. He examines himself in front of the mirror.
Bruises
They’re everywhere. On his hip bones, the inside of his thighs, and... his ass.
Win turns around, neck craning to see his reflection. He spreads his ass cheeks, fluttering hole on display, it’s red—almost irritated. He pressed a finger on his rim, slowly penetrating himself.
“Fuck...” He groans, face lined in pain. He can feel wetness once his finger reached deeper.
Bright did it again, didn’t he?
But this time Win couldn’t remember anything.
‘Did he drug me?’ He thinks to himself.
‘ Did he fuck me this time?’
Win found himself laughing.
Win hates it. Hates the aftermath every single time Bright decided to indulge in whatever the fuck he calls this. He hates feeling like shit but at the same time hates how he feels so much . And all that he wants was to get angry— angry at Bright for using him, for abusing him. But no, he’s angry at himself for letting all of it happen.
But yes, he knows all too well why he can’t ever put a stop to it.
He’d tried to deny, deny, deny as much as he can. But Win knows, he knew that Bright raping him was the only time he could ever feel like Bright actually loved him back.
He was scared, scared that maybe what Bright is doing to him is merely a game—that Win is nothing but a toy to spice up his sex life. He’s scared that once Bright finds out... he’d stop doing it.
He’s scared because the only time he felt like the chance of Bright returning his feelings back, was within those moments.
So he lets him.
He lets Bright take everything he can get, endures all the ways the older had taken advantage of him.
And he blames himself for it. Was he that easy? Did Bright think of him as nothing but an object ? Was he so hard to love that the only way Bright could find him at least a little bit useful is by raping him?
He chuckles to himself.
Rape?
Was it even considered rape when he was very much aware the entire time?
He asked for this, didn’t he? He liked every second of it. Win got off thinking about Bright raping him, using him. He got off at how Bright sometimes whispers into his ear, calling him a slut, a good for nothing whore.
Win likes how rough Bright holds him within those moments.
But sometimes,
Sometimes he finds himself thinking, how would it feel if Bright held him with the same amount of love he has for the older? How would it feel if Bright loved him back? Would he hold him while he sleeps and whisper the sweetest promises? Will he be able to show Win off to the entire world?
Win smiles to himself bitterly.
No matter how much he tries to delude himself with these fantasies of him, Bright will always come home to someone else.
Bright has a girlfriend whom he’d do all of those things for.
So with a heavy heart,
Win forces a smile,
For now this is okay